Day 128 - Sunday 14th August 2016.
Southport - Marg is still feeling crap - Day 51.
Marg is still feeling shithouse.
Consequently, Marg slept and feels miserable. Today, she sat in her chair or laid on the bed. I lie, we did actually drive to Aus Fair, Marg wanted some stuffing for her
little pillow that she is making. It matches my crocheted blanket and little pillow (that Marg made, not me).
A photo will follow when she finishes her pillow.
I slept well and got up about 7;30am and decided that I wouldn't ride, so I joined some of the guys on the bench seats overlooking the Broadwater and we talked crap.
It was TOO BEAUTIFUL not to ride, SO I had a change of plans. At 9:45am, I changed into 'cycleman' and left camp. As it was Sunday and there are 2 million people out walking,
I decided on my short route, keeping on the road where it was safe to do.
I rode out of the park and headed North to Lands End and then South to Surfers. As soon as I turned south, I was AGAIN riding directly into a 'bloody awful' headwind.
As I rode through the Broadwater parklands, there were the clear plastic balls that you climb inside. The kids were queued up and really enjoying themselves. At Main Beach,
I was passed by a Ferrari, that parked about 300 meters up the road. As I rode towards it the driver alighted from it. Now I expected either an elderly gent and a young
"drug cartel" male. Not really. Anyway, a 'large' elderly woman got out, shut the door walked around to the passenger door, opened it, lent inside
and picked up her small while hairy dog, probably 'shitsoo'.
I was surprised, I didn't expect that.
I continued onto my turnaround point at Laycock St, Surfers where I headed north towards the Spit. It was beautiful riding with a strong tailwind pushing me along via
the Federation 'gravel' Walk out to The Spit. On the Spit, I think ALL Queenlanders decided to walk out to the end. It was chockers, I nearly had to walk. But I didn't.
Even with so many people there, 'my rock' was empty, SO I sat on it and ate my 2 bananas, before heading back to Cafe Rockpool for a coffee then headed back to camp.
Just opposite our camp, I watched the kitesurfer, nothing unusual, until I saw the FULL view and he is riding a foil. I spoke to his female friend watching him. She
said "He is good". What an understatement, he was bloody brilliant.
I arrived home at 12:32pm after 35.5kms.
My riding stats: Today's ride of 36kms gives me a total of 378kms for August.
1,052kms for July, 681kms for June and 369kms for May and my 28th ride at Southport for a total of 1,341kms, while at Dicky I rode 986kms OR if you are really into figures,
I have ridden 2,628kms since leaving home back on 9th April.
Back at camp, after I showered, Marg was feeling well enough OR the NEED for stuffing for her pillow overcame her. Either way, we drove to Aus Fair and found and bought
the stuffing she wanted and while there had a coffee and did a small food shop. For the remainder of the arvo, Marg had a nanna nap, while I buggered about on my laptop
and watched the Olympics.
Dinner was the tortellini leftovers from a few days ago. It was YUMMA.
Tomorrow, nothing is planned.